The gear-shaped door knocker on the oak and iron door rattled twice. Just from that rough knocking, Horn immediately knew it was Patrick.
"Patrick?" Horn stopped René, who was reporting on the origins of the Mormon wizards, and asked the person outside the door.
"Who's Patrick? I'm Chrispa." Patrick's hoarse voice came from outside.
Horn waved a hand at René, then gestured to Duvalon at the door. The gendarme standing by the door opened the study's door.
"Come in." Horn said to Patrick standing by the door.
Patrick swaggered in from the door, plopped down without any courtesy opposite Horn, and coughed twice: "Your Grace, what do you need me for?"
"Pfft!"
Patrick looked at Busak beside him in surprise: "What are you laughing at?"
"I suddenly thought of something funny." After briefly losing his composure, Busak re-adopted his poker face.
"Chrispa, be honest with me, are you the Great Mage Patrick?" Horn gave Patrick one last chance.
"No! Who's Patrick? I'm Chrispa."
